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But gods, the noise – moaning, creaking, fake giggles. Drives me up the bloody wall. Happy? Nah, more like pissed. These places thrive cos men’re weak. Always have been. “Change is good,” they say in *Ratatouille*, but brothels? Same old shite, centuries on. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d burn one down just to watch the rats scatter. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

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Now lemme tell ya ‘bout the neighborhoods – the vibe here is raw and honest. In the east end near Vrijheidslaan, folks look out for each other. We got soul here. Yeah, sometimes it’s messy, sometimes it’s chaotic… but it’s home. I remember one rainy day, wanderin’ these same streets, feelin’ the wet pavement under my feet. My mind was racin’ – and I nearly shouted out, “You know what? This is it!” It was like a scene outta that movie, raw and intense.

Laurent, the Surplus Prince: of free masonry, green issues and a bizarre episode at the Chinese embassy